Why do I feel,
This is too real to dismiss?
Why am I choosing to peel away from it...
When I know deep inside,
This is truth I can not hide...
That prys with its visit.
Emitting from within its midst,
Is an attraction I can not resist.
And if there is a doubt at all...
Why am I stalling to move?
Why am I not appalled,
At all?
There is more that comes to sit,
That has proven it is true.
It is solid...
Not wavering to drift!
It is meant to come,
As a burden lift!
And it comes to me,
To remove a dishonesty!
That soothes without excuses.
To combat a bombardment...
Of much bruising self abuses!
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